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So just finished reading an awesome book series. Decided to share some quotes from the last book in the series, Long Hot Summoning by Tanya Huff.
"... so I said to him, I'm not putting that in my mouth." Tall, blonde, ponytail-Diana didn't know her name. "First of all, I don't know where it's been and secondly, this lipstick cost twenty-one dollars"
"And what did he say?" asked one of her listeners.
"Oh you know guys, He took it so personally. All like, 'you would if you loved me.' "
"So what did you say?"
"That I loved my lipstick more."
There were more shoppers on the lower levels and a dozen senior citizens in the food court, having coffee and complaining about the way the younger generartions were dressing.
"I've had it with my granddaughter," one sighed loudly as the Keepers and the cats passed her table. "She's constantly borrowing my clothes."
Her companion set down her blueberry bran muffin and smoothed her Canadian Girls Kick a** T-shirt over artificially perky breasts. "I hear you, Elsie. I hear you."
"That was disturbing," Diana muttered as they headed down the last short hall toward the Emporium. "Didn't you find that disturbing?"
Claire shrugged. "Not really, but then I'm not wearing the same shirt as a seventy-year old."
"Hey, hers was red on white, mine's white on red. Not the same shirt!"
To breach your parameters would be at the best very stupid and at the worst, incredibly rude."
He frowned, "Don't you mean that the other way around?"
"No, It's a Canadian thing," she added when he continued to look confused.
"Silence!" At some point the Shadowlord had retrieved his club, and he was stroking it as he loomed over them
"You know if you think that looks threatening..." Diana nodded toward the club."... you're so wrong. It's screaming, 'hey, girls, look at my big substitute...' "
As he took his first sip, he heard his grandfather's voice, "Fer the love of God, bai, you don't go buying coffee from a Chinese Take-Out! That's why the good laird gave us the Timmy Hortons's!"
Dean put the lid back on his cardboard cup, forcing himself to swallow.
His grandfather had been a very wise man.
At one time, she'd thought maintaining a relationship would be a distraction. It wasn't, it was a goal. Something she could use as incentive to charge right through the worst the possibilities could offer.
Memo to self, she sighed, following Kith and Teemo out into the hall, watch a little less Oprah withe the cat.
 Gin Ryu · Tue Nov 30, 2010 @ 11:41am · 0 Comments |
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